vow to herself

vow to herself
note from self

pick a petal
drop a petal
pick a petal
drop a petal
a clearer mantra
than he loves me
he loves me not
see-two not-two
see-two not-two
all around the blossom

love one another
see the other as you
for there is no other
only a rainbow mirage of
ten trillion things
it’s an enigma of course
the one and the many
see-two not-two
see-two not-two
a refreshed daisy game

she has always
stayed true
kept her eye
on the star
anxious or not
frightened or not
heartbroken or not
this matters more
this matters most
this is what matters

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

you shattered her cage

you shattered her cage
note from self

hands together
she bowed in
a sign of respect—
you shattered
her cage, her terrain
of misunderstanding
with precise, spare
and elegant words
reoriented her to the
big field of knowing
she cannot unsee—
ruined, she smiles

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

edgewalking

edgewalking
note to self

you walk the edge
along paradox
negotiating the rim
with care—watch out!
you can stumble—
canyon on one side
crevasse on the other

you might go adrift in
the dark side of a story
or the bright—
can they both be true?
try this—embrace them

oh yes, it’s uncomfortable
sometimes agonizing
also boundless and free
balance on that

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

doorway through emptiness

doorway through emptiness
note to self

emptiness is not the goal
although it is a pirouette
along the way—
there is no goal

find the doorway through
emptiness—return to the
world wholehearted and
open and kind and
welcome ambiguity—
that is your gold

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

the doorway

the doorway
note to self

what a weird safeguard
to ward off calamity—
when has fright for
your child unfolded
exactly as you imagined?
not once

at the back of your mind
is a doorway—when
you’ve concocted
tormenting nightmares
it’s the way out of
misshapen thinking

stride through that door
straight into the arms
of not-knowing
welcome her embrace
yes, stories will play—
be gracious, be thoughtful
and don’t touch them

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

head upstream

head upstream
note to self

like a sockeye salmon
returning to her birthplace
head upstream
push against the current
look prior to thought
buck those falls
dive deep when the
grizzly paw swipes
find your original home

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

a pierced heart

a pierced heart
note to self

your heart is pierced
in myriad ways—
fox kits tumble in the
field, hummers sip
the columbine, you
cuddle a dying friend

be pierced by silence
amazed by the clear
light of knowing—
expect miracles and
see them everywhere
do not fear it, for
a pierced heart lets
the light pour out and in

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

stay rooted to somewhere

stay rooted to somewhere
note to self

we all need home—
the question is, where?
place provides a nest
but for you, being
grounded and awake in your
heart center is prescribed
root yourself there

thank you to Naomi Shihab Nye for the title phrase

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

a prayer

a prayer
note to self

don’t play hide and seek with me
instead, come face to face
split me open
pour me out
so all that’s left is
grace

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more or they might flower.

start close in

start close in

note to self

this is the root of
what we have—
most present
most precious
but never rare—
ever-common
but seldom noticed
by all but a few

consciousness
is not contained
in our bodies
bodies are held
in consciousness
it pours through
vast, unbounded
infinite and eternal—
start close in
live close in

thank you to David Whyte for the phrase “start close in.”

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more or they might flower.